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vonnie cardigans – trippy shrooms lyrics

[verse 1: vonnie cardigans]

sweet synonyms, kitchen is black cinnamon
salty ni-ggas that sinning and spitting these black sentences
send these ni-ggas back to the back like sega genesis
after the fact of the prepositional menaces
under your door lurking like 2nd ember, the arsonist
coughing up -rs-nic, element of your politics
talking triangles, these ni-ggas ruling your parliaments
little parasites with these pair of eyes watching all of you
finnin’ to, take out my di-ck so i’m f-cking all of them
little poetic rapper, he flowing like an artisan
posted at the beacons of h-ll to paint all the arts of sin
young aithiest into heaven, breaking them carcusses
grab a sword, have a sword fight with hitler’s officers
offer the, spot to the n-ggas in part of tarturus
have a first fight with the george washington followers
watch him fall again and i’m prominent so they faultering
-ssasinate lincoln and blame it on sea walruses
i’m from the deep sea but them nig-gas on the (fa)- surfaces
3rd eye deeper than
scoffing at all conservatives who put a bit of poison
in that food before they serve a dish

[hook: vonnie cardigans]

consider me a god bi-tch
even though i’m just another (little) stupid myth || (x3)

[verse 2: vonnie cardigans]

stupid afomism, as-ses catch him after dinner
bumping earl sweatshirt, mf doom with a tad a vemon
me duane frazier in back drinking dr.pepper like
tyler landell got smacked for providing pressure
little n-gg-as come up spitting like the birdy essence
try to test him, with the extra sh-t, dirty estrogen
tell these organisms organ playing from an octopus
octi-pot and get it, high as monsters that be stalking us
ripping corn stalks, i know its corny because i talk alot
star in the fu-ckin sp-ce, thought i was an astronaut
chilling with repunzel and i’m story in “-ss-alot”
crashing cars, burning all the trucks into the parking lot
swisher said its quicker than a ni-ga trying park a spot
fresh of the leonards talking learning like he amistad
early on the molitov p-ssing all of the teachers off
i’m writing poetry, they can’t understand where my meaning falls
i’m too complex for these ni-ggas
to, know the meaning, my own generation so stupid
they k!lling all of us
looking bleak, turning hazardous

[ending hook: vonnie cardigans]

consider me a god bi-tch
even though i’m just another little stupid myth…
consider me a god bi-tch

- vonnie cardigans lyrics

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